Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.